[EVENT] Someone didn't listen to advice real well

[notayoungkitten]

[In another hallway, lying face up is the seldom seen Revolver Ocelot. Her eyes are wide in a state of shock,
and her right leg is clearly missing and pooling blood on the floor. A number 5 has been carved into the back of her right hand.]



[Ocelot's ghost is floating nearby, staring at her body in confusion. She has no idea who got her, even though clearly she had been attacked from the front.]

because apparently everyone "secretly" ships it.

[flynntonquin.livejournal.com]

Some of the nexus' inhabitants have been comically unaware of people being brutally killed in sick, twisted, and possibly arbitrary ways. This probably has something to do with post-Silent Hill traumatic stress combined with a newly developed Batman complex with a nasty Julie encounter on top like some kind of mutated AIDS cherry on a cake of human flesh.

The above happens to fit Quinton to the letter. He's currently holding up in his room, mumbling something about Sparta, elevators, sketchy priests and of course-- rape monsters.

The centerpiece of his room is an impressive fort crafted from a series of blankets, couches, chairs, and poles, held together with rope and duct tape...but that's been there since he first arrived here and claimed this room. He's currently within, wrapped up in blankets and experimenting by mixing together beer, and coffee he may or may not have managed to lift from the infamous coffee room.


((bring it, payton.))

[EVENT] He didn't make it.

[inb4guilt.livejournal.com]

...

[At the bottom of a staircase lies one last body, crumpled in a heap on the ground. He looked bruised, some joints twisted a little this way and that-probably as a result of falling down the stairs. His eyes were still wide open in fear- and his body was still warm.

Upon further inspection, one could see that he was missing his left hand- his arm lays on the ground, blood covering his labcoat. He's turned as such so that you can't quite notice, but it looked like his shirt was slashed open, and there's something on his stomach- you won't be able to see until you move him]




[And ghost!Hal? He's in the corner of the staircase, huddled in a ball, shaking. Maybe he finally got what he deserved for all his sins.]




[[I had to post this now since I'm going to be out for a good chunk of the day. Sorry guys. >:]]

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[theotherspice.livejournal.com]

[ This building was strange, how could there be just an endless amount of doors? He couldn't remember how long he had been looking for, but he could imagine it was sometime past an hour. Oblivious to the recent murder events he stopped when he found himself back on the first floor.]

Okay.. I give up.

I'm lost.. Does anyone know where I am?

(( This has been an on going thing with owmytits So, you can thank her for Man!Rose, coming from MGS4 ))

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[nomnomsnakes.livejournal.com]

[have a snake. of the big boss kind!]

...Where the hell am I? I was just at the gravesite... where the Boss was buried. And now I'm in a building with a bunch of doors? What the fuck?

 

((tis jackie mun. i got bored, don't ask xD))

How a Cardboard Action Hero Loses It

[xmas-is-here.livejournal.com]

[Novel Snake is feeling badly over the recent murders, so he goes about expressing his displeasure in his usual sedate manner.]

WHY DON'T YOU COME OUT AND FACE ME, YOU MURDERING BASTARD?! C'MON, AREN'T YOU MAN ENOUGH FOR AN ACTUAL CONFRONTATION?!

well... still a ghost...

[legendarysolid.livejournal.com]

[Still a ghost... not very happy about it. He's randomly haunting the 2nd floor for lack of a better thing to do.]

[He's not one for mysteries and no idea how to solve his own murder, let alone nine. He gathered what clues he could and tried to send them to the right people. So what's left to do? He's started just fazing through the living if they come by. No further need to step out of the way after all.]

[His dogs, though... seem to sense his ghost and started following it around.]

Just don't eat any of the dead bodies.

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[coat-and-mask.livejournal.com]

Mantis doesn't need a codec injection, nor does he particularly desire one.

His method of communication, on the rare occasions he wants to find someone and actually speak to them, is somewhat more direct.

Raikov may hear a mental voice right about now, if he's paying attention. A very, very, strained and irritated mental voice.

/We need to talk. Now./

The voice goes hand in hand with a brief flash of a mental image - the roof, through tinted lenses.

(He wasn't particularly careful about eavesdroppers - nor did he care, so a person or two might have overheard that.)

Blackout!

[pyschoticwall.livejournal.com]

Ok, its time to stop this.
Right.
Now.

[All mantis's mind's are now suddenly filled with very unflatteringly pink tutu's and pornography]

I have a proposition for you all, and unless you come here, now --
[Flashes of very disturbing and very german porn go through every mantis's heads]

I will continue to harass all of you eerily similar and very un-flattering knock offs of my psyche. 

don't try to approach him in the ALERT status

[hewontlikeit.livejournal.com]

[Sokolov glances around, confused. A second ago, he'd been handing over the Shagohod test data to Tanya, and now suddenly he's in an entirely different building! The architecture here doesn't look Soviet to him; it's too modern, and well-maintained. He decides to use his rusty English to call for help.]

H-hello? Can anyone hear me? Tatyana? It seems I've become - lost.

[The echo of his voice in the empty corridor spooks him a little. With a whimper, he runs off to crouch in a doorway.]

((Hey dressing room, it's a Sokolov, from right before his meeting with Naked Snake in Grojnyj Grad. ))